Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Post by Gabriel Sinnett on May 19, 2014 17:10:08 GMT
"That certainly sounds like the man. Though if he has done research into this matter perhaps it would be wise to consult him in the future. Perhaps I will ask him about it when he comes to retrieve his order. I think all five in one run should do just fine. A couple laps around the district, like you were on a normal run should be sufficient." Before Danny could leave, Gabriel removed a few coins from his pocket and held them out for the young lad to take. "On the way back why don't you pick up something sweet for us to have while we look at the results. There must be a good candy store or fruit vendor on your route, surely." Gabriel turned back to his work allowing the young messenger to begin his trip.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on May 27, 2014 21:25:53 GMT
"Sure sure... righ' away Miste' Sinne'." Danny loaded himself up with the packages and prepped himself for the run. He pocketed the coins he was given and departed the store with a jaunty wave of his hand. Once outside, Danny headed for the nearest alleyway and scuttled up the wall, almost like a spider. Up and over the lip of the roof he went and the boy was off like a rocket. Or at the very least a swift horse named Rocket. Roughly thirty minutes elapsed before Danny stepped back into the store and bee lined for the workshop. He removed each of the packages without fan fair and set them on the same table he'd retrieved them from. He also set down two berry tarts, one blackberry the other elderberry. "Righ', Miste' Sinne'. Le's take a look see, yeah?"
Post by Gabriel Sinnett on Oct 15, 2014 5:49:58 GMT
Gabriel walked over to the workbench When Danny returned. As the young messenger unloaded his pack, Gabriel took a seat and began to unwrap the first package, stopping when he caught sight of the sweets the ander had brought. The faintest of smiles crossed the clock-maker's face when he was confronted by the familiar smell. "Blackberry. My favorite. I have not had one of these in years," Gabriel said, slowly beginning to unwrap the packages again. "Not since... Well, It has been a while. My sister used to bring me lunch, in my uncle's shop. She would always bring blackberry tarts, or cake with blackberry jam. It's nice to share lunch with someone again. Thank you." Gabriel turned his gaze to the packages, lost in his memory for a few long moments as his hands worked on their own, laying out the watches from the packages. Shaking his head clear Gabriel cleared his throat. "Let's see what we have, shall we?" He said, bending to examine the watches. Each was more or less identical: Brass casing, fairly simple movement, and very little in the way of frills. "The two from the boxes seem to be in working order, though I somewhat expected that. However, the other three seemed to have stopped though not all at the same moment."
Gabriel began to open the watches examining the internal works, his earlier brooding seemingly forgotten in his work. As he worked he spoke quietly to Danny, "This is interesting. None of the three are damaged in the same way. In fact, one is not damaged at all," Gabriel spoke, "This one has cracking in the pillar plate. I've never seen that happen before, the metal should show great deformation before cracking can occur. The one in the cloth bag has no signs of damage though. The gears simply slipped their timing. That can be set right with but a moment's adjusting. This last one though has me puzzled. The main spring has lost all of it's tension. It is as though the metal was formed in that shape instead of wound. It should have taken a great amount of heat to relax the metal so much." Gabriel set aside the watches, intending to examine them even more closely later. "Now that the work is done for the moment. How about we enjoy our desert?"
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Oct 15, 2014 8:03:02 GMT
Danny snuffed his nose with his thumb as he listened to the watch maker. Good call on the blackberry, Dan. "Eh, weren' nothin' really. Yer the one who gave me the stuff ta buy it." He pulled the elderberry tart aside as he watched the work. It was like the man was speaking gibberish to him, for all that it mattered. "An' yer sayin' I did all'a tha'? I never even touched em, cept fer when I put em in my satchels..." Danny peered curiously at the tiny workings of the watches before sitting back. Let the watch maker handle the watches...
"Now tha's somethin' I can unnerstan'!" He quickly removed his scarf and opened his jacket again before unwrapping the elderberry tart that was to be his snack. He rubbed his hands together before picking up the tart and taking a big bite of the thing. Speaking around a mouthful of tart and crumbs, Danny asked "Sho Gabfe..." he swallowed the bite he'd been working on. "Why don' yer sister come 'round no more? She in a diff'ren' city?"
Post by Gabriel Sinnett on Oct 15, 2014 22:39:14 GMT
"I am afraid not," Gabriel replied, "Though I dearly wish it were so." Gabriel stared into his half eaten tart as he spoke, idly toying with the pastry. "I lost her during the war. You might remember how bad it was during those days. People went missing all the time only to be found later in a gutter somewhere. We never found her, but then a lot of people weren't ever found. She was declared dead a few months later, and nothings been the same since. She was the sweetest person I've ever known," Gabriel said, his eyes growing hard and his voice bitter, "She was the last person who deserved to get caught in that conflict." Gabriel suddenly straightened and took another bite of his tart before turning to face the young messenger better. "Let us not talk of such unhappy things though, it hass been too pleasant a day for that. Maybe you could tell me a little about yourself, since you won't fill me in on that blasted redhead." Gabriel said, his eyes resting fully on Danny"Like how old you are. I'd place you in your teens, just from your demeanor, but you hardly look to be starting a mans growth. You must be younger than I give you credit for, or you are extraordinarily pretty."
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Oct 15, 2014 23:50:25 GMT
Danny set his pastry down solemnly. "Sorry ta 'ear tha'..." He watched Gabriel talk about his sister before he picked up his tart to take another bite. And bad timing on that... Sheesh! Danny coughed and spluttered around the crumbs of his pastry before he turned an amusing shade of red. "Well..." he began, thought it seemed he was stalling for time to think. "I turned fourteen las' month. An' I jus' ain' star'ed yet. Lotsa kids don' grow none til later. I'm jus' one'a them late bloomers." He fidgeted with the end of his scarf a moment before he glanced at Gabe. "I ain' tha' pretty..."
Post by Gabriel Sinnett on Nov 2, 2014 21:07:37 GMT
Gabriel cracked a full blown smile at the young man's plight. "You are actually quite pretty, not that I am making fun of you lad. There is no reason to be embarrassed about it lately. Apparently many a young lady fancies the look these days," Gabriel said to his young companion, "No doubt they will be chasing you in droves when you are a bit older.
Gabriel finished up his pastry and lightly dusted of the table top before picking up one of the watches and a screwdriver, idly toying with the workings inside, barely looking at his work, favoring the amusing conversation instead. "You know you are very mature for only fourteen. I would have placed you older than that, and late bloomer or not, the fact that you think like an older person will serve you well. Lodan tends to take a terrible toll on the foolish and immature." Gabriel stopped working for a second and focused on Danny harder. "You know, this has been rather enjoyable. Danny would you like to make this a regular thing? Perhaps we could have lunch here a couple times a week, heaven knows I could use the company. I know you are busy most times but it'll be my treat, if you'd like to stop in."
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Nov 3, 2014 2:58:09 GMT
Danny's only turned a deeper shade of red when Gabriel mentioned those 'young ladies' who would be flocking in droves. Good heavens... Danny quickly set his tart down and took several deep breaths to try and calm his embarrassment. He looked up at Gabe and gave him a half-hearted smile. "I dunno... m'families go' a 'istory'a bein' short. Even by kitty standards." Danny shifted in his seat as Gabe spoke about being mature and couldn't help but sit a little straighter. Ah, pride. The boy was good about most things... but not his vanity or his pride. He leaned against the table in his seat and grinned. "I ain' gonna say no ta free food. 'specially considerin' I don' think yer gonna be tryin' ta get somethin' outta me fer it. Some folks down in the 'ovel've been alone long 'nough ta make em think 'bout 'nother man fer some company. So a'righ', I don' mind eatin' lunch wit'ya every once in a while."
Post by Gabriel Sinnett on Nov 9, 2014 2:06:04 GMT
Time passed steadily for the clock store, every moment measured and marked by the steady ticking of the many time pieces dotting the store. The subtle snicking medley lulling the inhabitants into a daily cycle as predictable as the sun rise. For a while Gabriel felt at peace. Many lunches were had with his delivery boy, and as they bonded Gabriel began to look at the boy almost as a younger brother. The lad was pleasant to talk to, and never missed a delivery. Gabriel even found some small amusement in exchanging gifts with the mysterious redhead. Many fine time pieces were created and sold, and yet more were repaired and tuned. Since the completion and delivery of the orders for the gentlemen Halloway and Leland, neither had returned. Though Gabriel had been considering seeking out the young Leland for his expertise in Ander interaction with technology. As Spring slipped to Summer, Gabriel began to know more and more of his guild-mates, and began to venture out occasionally to peruse their wares. All too often though, the lively and jubilant atmosphere of the district would drive him back to his peaceful shop. And so Gabriel can be found, one such July day, torn between loathsome boredom in his shop, and agonizing distaste for the crowd outside.
Gabriel was in a horrible conundrum. His work was done for the day, and the day had barely begun. All his orders were completed, his displays filled with pieces both plain and intricate, and everything polished to a high shine. His front room was clean, and his work shop was immaculately organized. He had even composed his next message for Danny's mystery girl. Gabriel was completely, utterly, and wretchedly out of things to do. Boredom had set in and Gabriel had briefly contemplated venturing out into the district for a walk, but sight of the boisterous crowd which filled the district quickly disabused him of that notion. Of all the days for there to be a crowd. What wretched luck! Please, let someone come and break the boredom. He thought to himself. Futilely, Gabriel wiped down his work table for the seventh time that day.
"What the? Oh geez..." groaned Amon. His recent experiments on the dolls was keeping him up at odd hours of the night. To make matters worse, the materials that he was working with caused his watch to malfunction. No wonder why he had difficulty keeping track of time recently!
"Well, might as well visit Gabe..." he muttered as he made his way through the crowd and crossed the street to the clockmaker's store.
"Hey Gabe, how's business?" he asked as he entered the store.
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Iacomus Lerwick on Nov 10, 2014 1:15:31 GMT
It seemed that all of Iacomus' customers where not keen on talking very much. They were of a more reserved type, he thought, especially when he would ask about their line of work or where they would be using the goods he sold. Not that it mattered, of course, as once they left the door, what they did with his wares was completely on them, but small talk required he ask such things. This case was no different. The customer needed the hand of a feline ander, wrist intact, claws and all, and he apparently needed it quickly. Iacomus grabbed the jar from the back room, where his more expensive wares were stored, and walked back into the front with arrogant strides, sliding the glass jar across the counter top towards where the man stood aloofly. Snickering, Iacomus took out a pen and handed it to the scientist buying from him, and slid a piece of parchment towards him, his bony white fingers bent at the tips, holding it in place. "You'll need to sign here, just as if it were a delivery. It is to keep track of my customers, of course, in the case that they might be using what I sell them to be up to no good. Not that I believe any of them are, of course!" It was for legal issues, and legal issues only. A business such as his was one the authorities were weary of. "This is quite an expensive part you have there." he went on in an attempt at small talk and a subtle reminder that he needed to be paid, "I'm afraid it will cost you an arm and a leg." He chuckled. The man across from him stared back, unamused and slightly irritated, plopped the money on the counter after signing, grabbing the jar and leaving in a hurry. The door slammed shut just as Iacomus was given the chance to call after, "Have a wonderful day, come back soon!" but, of course, he remained unheard. His pleasant smile faded and his raccoon eyes looked tired as he glanced up at the clock on his wall. Its white face was cracked revealing it's worn metal innards, and the trembling minute hand clicked forward once before resting. It was simple, bland even, and rust spread like a culture of bacteria across its metal parts. Iacomus stared wearily until the minute hand moved forward again, and then rose to his feet. Reaching up, he removed the piece of junk from its spot and set it down on the counter. It looked terrible. It truly did. He was surprised it hadn't expired even at this point. There was a clock store in this district, he thought. Yes, he was sure of it. He had passed it many a time, but had never bothered to check inside. Maybe he could acquaint himself with the owner! It was quite a shame he had never chosen to do so before. He grabbed his umbrella, and with twirl, exited his shop, his smirk returning to him.
He stood in front of the door to the the clock shop, apparently titled "Peerless Clockworks." An.. interesting name, he noted, but applauded the owner on naming it something original. With a mischievous grin on his face he entered, and saw a familiar silver ponytail. "Why, Amon! How wonderful to see that you are here as well. Do you know where the owner of this splendid shop may be?" He said in his usual flamboyant manner, and walked next to his leader. He looked around in amusment at all the wonderful clocks in the shop. Many of these would do well to replace his old one. Yes, this clock-maker must be brimming with talent.
Post by Gabriel Sinnett on Nov 15, 2014 4:58:09 GMT
Gabriel perked up at the sound of his shop door opening. Maybe someone had come to save him after all. Gabriel made his way out of his work room and into the shop proper and was greeted with the familiar sight of Amon, his silver haired leader.
"Amon, Good morning," Gabriel began, "It is a pleasure to see you. Business has been quite satisfactory of late. Today has been a little slow, but then, customers always seem to come in fits and starts. You know how it is I am sure."
No sooner had Gabriel finished his sentence when the shop door opened again. This time though to allow in a most unusual fellow. Though he had never met the man, Gabriel knew him right away. Rumor spread quickly in Lodan, and the strange darkly clad man was on every member's lips when he first joined the guild. Iacomus Lerwick, The Butcher of Green Street. His trade left many in the guild with a sour taste in their mouth, but he was a member of the guild now, and Mingo's took care of their own. No doubt anyone who lodged a complaint would find themselves on the wrong side of the Merchanics.
"Good morning," Gabriel greeted the new comer, "and welcome to my shop, I am the proprietor of this establishment. I trust you will find my wares to your liking. My name is Gabriel Sinnett. Are you perchance an acquaintance of Amon?" Gabriel asked looking to the guild leader for an introduction.
Post by Iacomus Lerwick on Dec 21, 2014 4:16:40 GMT
"Why yes, Amon and I have met once or twice." Iacomus said with a somewhat arrogant smirk, glancing quickly at the toy maker and swiftly back at Gabriel before holding out his hand. "It is splendid to meet you, Mr. Sinnett. I am Iacomus Lerwick, but you can call me whatever you like!" His smile became pleasant, almost sickeningly so, as he introduced himself. Whether Gabriel shook his hand or not, he stood up straighter and brought his long, bony fingers, black nails and all, up to his face and rested his chin within the groove between his forefinger and thumb. "The clock in my shop seems to need replacing, so naturally, I thought this would be the place to go." He wondered if this man as well was a member of Mingo's. Of course, he assumed it was so, but there was no way to be certain. Asking would not be the smartest choice either, so Iacomus hoped it would come up in conversation. That was not all that unlikely, as two of three of the men in the store were, without doubt, a member of the organization.
"...Yeeeah...Gabe, Iaco here is one of our newer members. Just moved in recently. Iaco, Gabe here is my second-in-command, so on the off chance you can't get a hold of me, see if you can contact him," replied Amon, quickly going through the introductions.
"Speaking of clocks, I was hoping you could take a look at this," said Amon, sliding his pocket watch to Gabe, hoping to get back on track. "It's no longer working properly...or even working at all. I know it's obviously a clockwork machine, but you're more of the expert when it comes to time-keeping devices," Amon continued with a shrug.
(I'm assuming that Gabe has already been informed of the promotion in game)
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
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